Semua Bab Flash Marriage : Miss CEO wants a House-husband : Bab 11 - Bab 18

Dahlia couldn’t stop thinking about Tyler. The nerve of that man - showing up in her office like nothing had happened. She was still angry, but more than that, she was disappointed. Disappointed in herself for ever lowering her standards for someone like him. The door clicked open, and she stepped inside, greeted by dim lighting and the faint scent of something savory. It was quiet. Too quiet. “Did he go out?” she muttered, locking the door behind her. Not that she’d complain if Nate decided to take the night off. The man was charming in the most irritating way possible. She turned toward her room, and that was when she heard it - soft footsteps from the stairwell. “Well, so much for peace,” she whispered under her breath. “Hey, Nate,” she said casually, not even looking back. “Where are you going?” His voice was low, unusually deep. She blinked and turned around, one brow raised. “Uh… to my room? Where else would I be going?” He was closer than she expected - close enough

The city slid past in ribbons of light - neon smears and streetlamps blurring into a river of gold and silver. Inside the car it felt like they were moving through a liquid painting: the hum of the engine, the soft leather beneath Dahlia’s fingers, and the mild electric fizz of anticipation that always came before something big. The skyline glittered like an audience waiting to be impressed.But Nate wasn’t feeling any of that beauty.As the sleek black car cut through the downtown avenue, his stomach was tying itself into tight, nauseating knots.What if someone recognized him?Sure, he was wearing the mask. Sure, Dahlia’s team had done a good job keeping him out of the spotlight. But this wasn’t just any party. This was his charity gala - the biggest annual event under Harrington Enterprises. Every executive, investor, and news outlet that mattered would be there. The odds of him walking away unseen were about as high as him surviving a plane crash… without the plane.Maybe, he told

Dahlia marched up the grand staircase, her heels striking the polished marble with sharp, determined clicks. She was annoyed. No. She was furious. For nearly half an hour she had wandered around this gala searching for the Swiss investors, only to be led in circles by that ridiculous man. The more she thought about it, the more suspicious it seemed. Someone had definitely sent him. Probably one of the competing corporations hoping to keep her away from the Swiss. Those slimy bastards would absolutely do something like that. The upper floor was quieter than the ballroom below. Expensive paintings lined the walls, and crystal sconces cast warm pools of light across the corridor. At the very end stood a pair of imposing double doors guarded by two security officers. Dahlia straightened her shoulders and approached. "My name is Dahlia Reyes," she said confidently. "I'm here to see the Swiss." The guards looked at each other. Then burst into laughter. "And I'm the president,

Nate checked his watch for the fourth time in ten minutes. 11:42 PM.Dahlia still wasn't home.The penthouse was suffocatingly quiet. For the past three days, ever since the night of the gala, Dahlia had been a ghost haunting her own life. She moved with a rigid, mechanical precision.She left before sunrise every morning, often before Nate was even awake, and she returned long after dark looking exhausted. During dinner she barely spoke. Sometimes she didn't speak at all. She would simply sit across from him, stare down at her food, and disappear into her thoughts. It all tracked back to that single, hushed phone call she’d received in the car on the drive home from the hotel. Since then, the icy, formidable CEO had vanished, replaced by an empty shell.The sharp click of the front door front lock echoing through the foyer broke the silence.Nate surged to his feet, turning just as Dahlia stepped inside. The storm outside was raging, and she looked as though she had walked right thr